Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 33-The Avenger

Twelve days passed in a flash, and the outline of an island emerged from the sea level ahead of the Via’s route.

“Yarlin, there is an island ahead.” Hanging on the mast boredly, Fick was the first to find that he slid from the canvas to the deck with a loud shout.

“I saw it.”

At the bow, Yarlin put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and looked into the distance, praying silently in his heart: “I hope it’s not a desert island.”

Almost at the same time.

On the ruins of the town of Ravel, a small and thin body dragged a corpse into the dug pit, where the dead body was buried.

The corpse had already decayed, and the stinking body was covered with maggots and flies. He dragged the corpse again and again, rubbing long traces on the ground.

Flies buzzed around him, landed on his dirty cheeks, landed on his messy and foul-smelling hair, landed on the back of his skinny chest.

He wore a pair of shorts that couldn’t tell whether it was mud or cloth, and his upper body was naked. His face no longer saw the tenderness that a teenager should have. The dirty and smelly soil was polluted by a numb and dead face.

“Boom!”

In the pit that had long been piled up with corpses, another corpse rolled into it, and the piles of corpses were about to pile up in the mud pit.

“212!”

Hoarse and dry voice.

This is the number in the pit, a total of 212 corpses piled on top of each other regardless of each other.

“There are still some people missing. Their bodies were burned by the fire, and you are the only ones left. Let’s be a company together.” He took the mud with both hands and sprinkled it toward the corpse below.

“I am the only one left!”

There were no tears in his eyes. He slowly got up and walked towards the forest without looking back. It was time for him to search for food.

He is not picky eaters. There are many animals in the forest. There are always some large animals left behind after preying. A few crows on top of his head are his guides; even the carcasses of some insects, as well as grass roots and leaves. His recipe.

He is Ravel Town, the only survivor, he must live.

His name is Spatia, and he is an Avenger!

……………………………………………………….

The mast was lowered, the anchor dropped, the Via sailed in from the southwest of the island, and the blood-stained hull slowly docked on the shore.

The gentle wind above his head passed by, several seabirds were foraging on the shore, and the air was peaceful and peaceful.

Yallin stood on the bow of the boat and looked into the distance. On the opposite side of the beach was dense woods blocking his vision. He jumped down and stepped on the beach, and the touch of his feet on the ground was so wonderful.

After 12 days of sailing on the sea, he still seemed to have dazzling shadows when he saw things now. The emptiness that seemed to be close at hand but could not be grasped in fact was something that Yarlin hated.

A storm, a reef on the bottom of the sea, a sea beast cruising by, and even an unexpected colleague or navy, are enough to bury his life in the sea.

Leaning down, the warm fine sand dripped from his fingers, Yallin squinted his eyes to look at the seabird in the distance, “Quaqua~” The seabird stretched out and twisted his neck and glanced at him lazily. The erect creature did not arouse its interest.

“Not afraid of people?”

A playful smile appeared on Yallin’s face, and he felt lucky that he was finally patronizing himself.

There were coagulated bloodstains everywhere on the ship, gold and silver and 7 transformants pretending to be lying corpses were hidden, and the others were scrapped in Via’s desperate fight.

The Via must be guarded.

The gloomy Fick and the pitiful ship doctor were left on the boat, and William jumped off the boat and Yarlin explored the island.

Passing through the dense woods, there is a small intestine path into the field of vision. Going deeper along the path, the road soon becomes more and more spacious and smoother.

“It seems that there is a town on this island.”

Yarlin looked forward along the road, and the group of buildings gradually became clear. It was a series of square buildings about three stories high.

Pedestrians gradually began to appear on the land, and the noisy and noisy voices passed into their ears, and Yarlin and William looked at each other and involuntarily accelerated their pace.

On the edge of the town was a low winding wall with messy graffiti everywhere. The two walked along the wall, and there were more and more pedestrians carrying goods around, and they did not attract much attention.

The stone wall at the entrance was in disrepair for a long time, showing some traces of violent sunlight, and some lime dregs could be rubbed off with a light touch. Arlin and William walked inside.

What you can see is rows of houses and fork roads. The shapes of the houses are weird, square, round, triangular, and irregular in various shapes. At first glance, it is not a fully planned town.

It’s a small town at best, a bit popular.

It was just right for Yarlin.

When they were two children, Arlin and William were sitting in a restaurant not too close to a market in the city. The two ordered some food, and they served it quickly. The portion was very large and accompanied by malt wine. For two people Eat slowly.

Surrounded by men dressed as cargo workers, they were sweating profusely with their belly open and pulling meals, and at the same time they were talking loudly and braggingly.

From their chat, Yallin learned that the town is called Quarry Town. The name is because there is a colorful stone mountain behind the town. There are colorful stones everywhere in the mountain. The local residents take these The stone is named Color Stone Mine.

There are two quarries in the town. Basically, most of the men are workers in these two quarries. It can even be said that this town was built on the basis of two quarries.

The local residents are not very clear about the usefulness of these colored stone mines. They only know that some merchant ships will come here at the end of each month to transport the mined stones in boxes. They heard that there seems to be some inland. Of big countries are very keen on paving roads with this colorful stone.

Yallin didn’t care what the truth about Caishi was. He was only slightly curious, but he didn’t care about it. What he was concerned about was that a batch of merchant ships would come here at the end of each month.

“It’s about half a decade before the end of the month.” Yarlin had a plan in his mind. He and William settled the bill, gave the boss some more tips, and then consulted the hotel in the town.

The town is not big, there are only three hotels in total, located in the east of the city, south of the city, and the center of the town. Generally speaking, there are no outsiders living, except for the caravans that arrive at the end of the month.

Yallin and William left and went to the hotel in the south of the city, which was the closest to the location of the Via.

The inn is a small three-story building. Most of the houses are vacant at this time. When they arrived, the innkeeper was dozing off.

They asked for the two most inner rooms on the third floor, simply checked in and took the keys and walked upstairs.